Ever since he crossed over to this strange world of cultivation, Lin Fan has been really troubled. The medicinal wine I brewed, you have to call it divine wine; the big yellow dog I raised, you have to call it a holy beast; Collecting heaven and earth; I made a fire roast chicken, and you said it was a holy fire; I just made a chess piece, and you have to say that I am a chess master; I am just a mortal, and you have to respect me as a great fairy; people’s hearts are so complicated, look Come on, I'd better keep a low profile